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A tiny person on an obsidian plain in front of a large floating stone cube, more cubes around it and a whirl of light.

Everything starts from a single piece.

No form is born whole. It is built one fragment at a time.

That’s why I chose the purest element: the cube. On its own, it is a silent block suspended in the void. But joined to the others by the right logic, it becomes a system.

I stripped my mark down to its essence. I didn’t want an untouchable symbol, but a living material, able to emerge from disorder. To explode into a thousand pieces and find itself whole again a breath later.

In here, everything breaks apart and comes back together. Because taking what is scattered and giving it meaning is, exactly, my job.